Reality Cheque

by My Head Radio

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The second album from international electronic funkateers My Head Radio. A more mature and confident sound combined with a more optimistic take on the world through Boca's lyrics have contributed to something really special. As usual, many influences are combined in the musical cooking pot, but after a couple of years simmering on the stove, we think we have a winner's dinner!

Have a taste and then maybe pick up On Air for afters?


released March 3, 2011

All tracks written by Williams / Stanton / Dorsman / van den Tol except "Tom's Diner" which was written by Suzanne Vega and used by kind permission of Michael Hausman.

All tracks performed by My Head Radio
Special thanks to Pinchbags for the flute on Fizzbomb and to Ron, Sylvion, Jacques, Dirk, Jill, Fooks and Chris


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Track Name: Tom's Diner
I am sitting
In the morning
At the diner
On the corner

I am waiting
At the counter
For the man
To pour the coffee

And he fills it
Only halfway
And before
I even argue

He is looking
Out the window
At somebody
Coming in

"It is always
Nice to see you"
Says the man
Behind the counter

To the woman
Who has come in
She is shaking
Her umbrella

And I look
The other way
As they are kissing
Their hellos

I'm pretending
Not to see them
I pour the milk

I open
Up the paper
There's a story
Of an actor

Who had died
While he was drinking
It was no one
I had heard of

And I'm turning
To the horoscope
And looking
For the funnies

When I'm feeling
Someone watching me
And so
I raise my head

There's a woman
On the outside
Looking inside
Does she see me?

No she does not
Really see me
Cause she sees
Her own reflection

And I'm trying
Not to notice
That she's hitching
Up her skirt

And while she's
Straightening her stockings
Her hair
Is getting wet

Oh, this rain
It will continue
Through the morning
As I'm listening

To the bells
Of the cathedral
I am thinking
Of your voice...

And of the midnight picnic
Once upon a time
Before the rain began...

I finish up my coffee
It's time to catch the train
Track Name: Fizzbomb
If you awoke in the woods
with a condom in your butt, would ya tell anyone
wanna go camping
are you understanding
as I, overstep
can I supply Dep
for you’re hair’s out of place
can I Pom-Pom some pep
on your cheerleader face
I’m such a disgrace
when I swim in the deep end
the thing I will say
can I swim in your deep end
I’m such a beast when
the moon shine’s on me
if you don’t want me to eat then
don’t come when I’m hungry

I love the buffet
when I’m wet from the river
eating for days
until table legs quiver
I’m an exceptional swimmer
I rock the man in the boat
I find I’m quite limber
and stay longer afloat

I mark your polo
scratching and biting
to see it solo
it look’s like we’re fighting
but the fire igniting
from liquid fuel
is much more exciting
than the usual duel

Drunken master
has a whole new meaning
when I’m careening
down the river
I’ve stuck slivers
in many a hand
a monster splinter
no man’s land
when skunked I stand for nothing
always busting
rusting locks
my chicken, is the key
I’m sweet
hunting sheep
no wolf disguise
the freak’s beneath
these chlorine eyes
Track Name: Gag n Squeal
It’s Friday night
Or is it Saturday
It matters nay
For tonight
I’m tiger tight
And life
Is just where I left it
Among the blessed
The captains, the queens
The young men who were strapping
And played for the team
The cream of the crop
The top of the heap
The leaders whose pop’s
Bought cops like sheep
The voted “too sweet”
Those with the best eyes
“My dad owns this street”
well mine, owns the sky”
some come to compete
it’s no real surprise
But it’s all a dead heat
For those who come by (comply)

On the
Wagon Wheel
It feels the same
As it
Always will

And the folks remain

On the
Wagon Wheel
I drown the shame
That I
Always feel
When I play this game

I didn’t forget about you
The best dance crew’s
Or the thespian’s who
Acted so friendly
And bet, you’ve improved
Those who have moved
To a triumphant return
The cooler than cool
who reluctantly burn
turn after turn
playing video poker
The cigarette smokers
Who are quitting tomorrow
The sitting in sorrow’s
The “can I borrow a dollars”’s
All the Max powers
And Homer’s combined
All the clams in the chowder
A real “good time”
passing the hours
till 5th after 9
But the party’s not over
See, the parking lot’s fine

On the
Wagon Wheel
It feels the same
As it
Always will
And the folks remain

On the
Wagon Wheel
I drown the shame
That I
Always feel
When I play this game
Track Name: Big Foot Prince
I am he
I say I am
I am peace
I, is lamb

what if the bible
is just a prediction
a misinterpreted
rival description
of a future condition
a something to come
I pass the petition
what if we’re dumb
what if the sum
of this total equation
was the beat of the drum
from a conscious invasion
I say the place and
time is now
to question liaisons
demanding how
what’s under lockdown
where is the knowledge
who has the top crown
when do we find solace

if we wipe off your polish
can we finally see truth
why do you abolish
the mining of proof
I see through the ruse
and refuse your command
I’ve tried all the scoops
in your I Scream stance
drafting a plan
to melt your deception
what if I am the man
in your biblical lesson

What if the church is the devil
just read the book
you follow the false idol
and forever you’ll cook
they’ve promised a look
for thousands of years
no matter how much they took
He has yet to appear
it say’s it quite clear
upon his return
we’ll lose all the fear
and collectively learn
we’ll consciously burn
as energy self
court will adjourn
and life will excel
now look at the wealth
they allow us to see
I thought that our health
our life, should be free
the church could relieve
the seeds of envy
but if you want to believe
you must leave a penny
maybe I’m Lenny

but that isn’t right
if the mice become many
the men should unite
if you too see the light
join the Crusade
to finally rewrite
what we’ve blindly obeyed

when He died on the cross
and somehow came back
did he have one embossed
and wear it round his neck
would he be impressed
by our current system
that worships his death
and call themselves Christian
wouldn’t he be against them
for distorting his vision
for calling him prince then
collection is given
the city they live in’s
beyond common laws
rich with tradition
their influence sprawls
through government walls
and political action
how could something so small
be such a large fraction
what’s the impact when
religion is gone
do you really have passion
all will go wrong
do you need a song
to tell you how to dance
if the rhythm is strong
it’ll yell through your pants
I’m taking the chance
that I am Jesus

and I’ll sell you some land
if you too believe it
Track Name: Love For Us All
Please help me
I’m melting
Selling my soul
One roll at a time
I swallow my spine
At the slightest mention
Claiming my tension’s
Pull’s too strong
I’m wrong
Same song
Dancing around the truth
A spoof of myself
My wealth’s a belt
Slapping welts across my stomach
A 6ft summit
I plummet screaming

Help me please
My knees are raw
I felt the breeze
Release my jaw
Healthy p-eople
Don’t heed the call
Help me please
I think I’m evil

Please save me
My misbehaving
Is shaving my zest
I tried to invest
But my best is a lemon
I’m picking out stems and
Losing weight
My gate, is broken
I’ve lost my stride
The state I’ve chosen
Costs my hide
My pride collides
With tides of can’t
My rant, is my excuse
I’m less than use
My noose is tying
I’m crying

Please shelter me
My sleeves are long
I felt disease
Speed through my bones
I’m sweltering
The heats so strong
Please shelter me
From my evil

Please leave me
Stuck believing
I might change
Drains the light
Brightly shinning behind you
Pressing rewind do
You see the real monster
I am a concert
Reduced to a riot
I am the sponsor
Saying, “go ahead, try it”
I’m like a pilot
On a diet of whiskey
My characters shifty
I’m Ypsi and,
Your Mercy’s my rival
You swim in denial

Don’t help me, leave
My greed’s my all
My hell exceeds
Your needs are small
Your shell is weak
I’ll see it fall
Don’t help me, leave
I’m evil
Track Name: Heirlooms
I bid you farewell
though I’d share hell with you
you don’t want me there
you stare like I’m ugly AND wrong
the gong is continuous
our stimulus package’s spent
my dent’s read a future
to pure for you
through your manure
my flower still grew
my stew is flavored by your stock
my clock begins with your hands
I know I fan the fire
but my desire for change is consuming
removing stains, my OCD
I’m doing things hopelessly
knowing it’s me who pilots my plane
the frame encasing your picture
has splinters at it’s base
trying to quote me scriptures
puts blisters on my face
I forever chase a spirit day dream
the machine seems in need of oil
I feel I am the foil
in your microwave story
long after it’s spoiled
my egg is still boiling
the spades I’m withholding
Ucke your whole deck
my neck is off the chopping block
if we can’t stop
we can’t continue

I try to be mad
but only end up feeling sorry for you
I’m partly removed
because I’m used to the absence
yet clothed buy your fashion
my passion runs deep
I make you compete
with fantasy screens
scene’s from 50’s t.v. shows
I know it’s an unfair comparison
but I share in the weight as well
I’m compelled by invisible forces
courses set by issues
miscues, set in tissues
wired into my framework
the same shirt worn
by grandmothers past
a cast to shattered
before tatters can mend
our friends are mirrors
a clearer view than our own
a commonality shown by flattery
battery’s feeding off one another
my mother’s my portrait
my forfeit’s, her failures
I’m only a Whaler
she is my Marley
if she’d start thinking smartly
she’d part with her job
see, it’s hardly her legacy
when her mother, is her Bob

Heirlooms, passed down
through generations
heirlooms, loom in, my dreams

Heirlooms, passed down
through generations
heirlooms, loom in, my dreams
Track Name: Big Pig
She’s prettier than you
her too
you’re too fat
a fact you knew
but the truth is rolled
folding the pages
the youth are sold
molds for their faces
they’re told what their taste is
who they should play with
girls giving other girls
advice on relationships
“100 ways to please your man
weight loss in a can
spray on tan
you don’t need a necklace
unless it’s two grand”
they hand out these insults
like bulk on the shelves
you might not know it yet
but “you need some help
don’t think of your health
throw up if you need to”
but their model’s diet
is Coke and a needle
all these “perfect” people
creep through the night
like grapes in a Speedo
their lives seem so tight
but life, is simply not that seamless
to please your man
touch his penis
don’t believe this crap
you’re too fat and not pretty
or let someone tell you your “season”
who’s not in your city
sift through the grit
see the true value
each page that gets flipped
strips you to gravel
they point out your wonderful flaws like you’re dirty
tell you when to be flirty
and then what shirt he, will love

they say to wear gloves
then say how they suck
just one week later
they say vote for Taylor
then change their opinion if he loses
every other page
seems like it reuses
the same old abuses
Cool Whippin’ your ass
again, “you’re too fat
there’s not enough cracked
ice in your glass
you need a man who can buy you the world, literally
gold, pearls
you need a man
who’s one of the girls
curl up in a ball
and hate yourself
buy US Weekly
fatten our belts
have a nice Cosmo
your Vanity’s Fair
if you’re just 17
your Glamour’s not there
calling all Madeline’s
all Karen’s, all Elle’s
you’ll Vogue when we tell you
our Mademoiselle’s”
do you buy what they sell
stuck in this Hell
or do you love who you are
a star, not a shell
if I tell you believe in yourself
and you listen
you do the same thing
mainly, you give in
the admission of pride
must come from inside you
if you just sit and ride
you’re too fat and you die
do, you really think you’re that damn ugly
I’ve got news for you, you’re right

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